Chapter 7: Found It

After the first successful jailbreak, taking advantage of Qin Shou being at work, Su Yu had secretly snuck out many more times.

However, after the first few times, Su Yu stopped going to the hospital.

After all, even if he went, nothing would change — better not to upset himself by seeing it.

If he wasn’t going to the hospital, then there was only one place left for Su Yu to go.

The Su Family.

The Su family’s old residence wasn’t in the city, but over by Wutong Mountain.

With how congested the capital is, going back and forth would take about a whole day.

Fortunately, only his mother and he lived at the old house.

Su Qingwen, busy with work at the company, had bought a luxury villa on Xiangnan Road.

That was where Su Yu headed — the Su family villa on Xiangnan Road.

As a cat, this wasn’t Su Yu’s first time coming here.

But before turning into a cat, he had never visited even once, so he didn’t know that Su Qingwen was openly keeping a mistress and child in this villa.

Su Yu lazily lay on top of the wall.

The villas along Xiangnan Road had a high occupancy rate, and several residents kept pets.

So Su Yu could lie openly on the wall without worrying about being chased away.

After all, it wouldn’t look good to be seen picking on a pet just because it had a grudge with its owner.

From the stakeouts he’d done in recent days, Su Yu had learned that Su Qingwen’s mistress was named Shi Jing’an — she looked to be in her early thirties, with a soft, delicate appearance.

She seemed to have been with Su Qingwen for quite some time and apparently had a good relationship with his aunt, Su Wanwan.

Just during the few days he’d been observing, he had already seen her aunt visit twice.

Thinking of his aunt Su Wanwan made Su Yu scoff.

His mother had married into the Su family for so many years, and he had never seen Su Wanwan treat her kindly even once.

Even toward him, she had always been cold and indifferent.

Yet now, she was all friendly and cozy with Su Qingwen’s mistress — so warm and affectionate, it made no sense.

Shi Jing’an had given birth to a son for Su Qingwen — named Su Cheng’an.

Su Cheng’an didn’t show up very often and seemed to attend a boarding school.

The kid was admittedly quite cute, having inherited all the good features of his parents.

But his personality was awful — Su Yu had only encountered him twice, and both times the kid had chased him all around the courtyard.

Just thinking about it made Su Yu so angry he wished he could transform on the spot and give that brat a good beating.

From where Su Yu was perched, he had a clear view of the villa’s first-floor window.

After becoming a cat, both his hearing and vision had improved significantly.

So now, he could see the scene inside the house very clearly.

Shi Jing’an was all smiles as she directed the maids to arrange the house.

She even personally went into the kitchen to cook two dishes — Su Yu figured Su Qingwen must be returning from a business trip.

Inside the house, Shi Jing’an was busily giving orders, her voice and the other women’s chatter floated out intermittently:

“Xiaohong, go cut a bouquet of white roses from the garden — sir loves white roses best.”

“Xiao Zhang, bring out sir’s favorite bottle of wine from the cellar. He should open it himself when he returns.”

Bathed in the lazy afternoon sun, Su Yu couldn’t help but yawn, half-listening to their chatter.

Just as Su Yu was about to doze off, Su Qingwen finally arrived.

Su Yu lifted himself up, shook his head to wake up, and focused intently on what was happening inside.

Inside the house—

“You’ve worked hard. Welcome home.”

Shi Jing’an came out personally to greet him, brushing cheeks with Su Qingwen as she took his jacket and warmly ushered him inside.

The maids began serving the pre-prepared dishes.

Shi Jing’an herself brought out two plates from the kitchen and said with a smile,

“You mentioned wanting to eat fish a while ago, so I learned to make these two dishes just for you. Try them.”

Su Qingwen nodded, picked up his chopsticks, and sampled each dish.

His tone — something Su Yu had never heard before — was gentle, “Not bad. You’ve worked hard. These small chores can be left to the servants. There’s no need for you to do them yourself.”

Shi Jing’an smiled shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

In a soft voice, she replied,

“As long as you like it, it’s worth it.”

The two of them ate while chatting quietly, the atmosphere warm and intimate.

Suddenly, rage surged in Su Yu’s heart.

His real body was still lying in a hospital bed.

His mother — who knows which nursing home she had been forcibly sent to?

And yet here was Su Qingwen, all tender affection and sweet talk with his mistress, practically crowning Shi Jing’an as the new lady of the Su household.

Where had Su Qingwen placed him?

Where had he placed his mother?!

Su Yu had never been so furious — he wanted to grab the man by the collar and demand answers.

Although the marriage between the Su and Luo families had been arranged, it was Su Qingwen who initiated it.

The Luo family was not the kind to sell off their daughter for profit.

In fact, it was Su Qingwen who used all kinds of tricks to pursue his mother first.

Su Yu’s mother once told him that the main reason she agreed to the marriage was for the sake of the Luo family.

At that time, the Luo family’s business had just run into trouble and was struggling with cash flow.

Su Qingwen proposed marriage at just the right moment.

But Su Yu’s maternal grandparents didn’t force the marriage — it was his mother who took the initiative to propose it, wanting to help her family.

A smaller reason was that Su Qingwen had pursued her so ardently.

She was still young and no match for someone as skilled in romance as him, so she eventually developed feelings for him.

Naturally, the marriage came to pass.

Newly married, Su Yu’s mother had high hopes for her future.

She was ready to build a happy family.
She never expected reality would slap her so hard.

Barely a month into the marriage, Su Qingwen revealed his true self — not only did he fool around outside, he even brought other women home.

Su Yu’s mother had a strong and proud nature — she couldn’t tolerate betrayal.

But due to the business alliance between the two families, she didn’t raise a fuss.

She simply began to distance herself from Su Qingwen.

Over the years, the relationship between the two had become a mere formality.

After Su Yu was born, they lived entirely separate lives.

To Su Yu, the whole thing was laughably ironic.

It wasn’t that Su Qingwen couldn’t treat people well — he simply chose not to treat them well.

Some people are just naturally incompatible.

Even blood ties between father and son can’t change that.

Su Yu shook his head — why get angry over someone who doesn’t care?

Any illusion he had about his father had shattered long ago.

Inside the house, Su Qingwen was speaking to Shi Jing’an about his business trip.

His words were vague, but Su Yu, ever sensitive, sensed that there was something more going on behind this trip.

As he tried to listen closer, Su Qingwen changed the topic.

Shi Jing’an, knowing her place, didn’t press further.

She followed his lead and said,

“An’an did very well in the exams this time — he ranked first in his grade! I was thinking, with the old master’s 70th birthday coming up, it’d be nice to bring An’an along to cheer him up.”

Seeing that Su Qingwen still looked hesitant, Shi Jing’an continued in a soft voice,

“Now that Sister Man’s health is fragile and she needs rest, and Ah-Yu… who knows when he’ll wake up. On such a big day as the old master’s birthday, there should be something to lift his spirits…”

Su Qingwen frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded, “You’re right. With Ayu like this…”

He paused briefly, avoided mentioning Su Yu directly, and continued, “An’an is getting older now, it’s about time he was introduced to people.”

Shi Jing’an looked surprised — she clearly didn’t expect Su Qingwen to agree so easily.

Although Su Qingwen had always treated her and her son well — even better than the family in the old house — he had never brought them to formal events.

That was a subtle but clear message, Su Yu was the only heir of the Su family.

But now…

Shi Jing’an lowered her eyes.

Thinking of Su Yu, who lay unconscious in the hospital, she was almost certain he would never wake up.

Her heart was filled with joy, but her face showed none of it. In fact, she even added a choked sob and stammered a little as she confirmed,

“Really? If An’an knew, he’d be so happy. He’s always wanted to call you ‘Dad’ in front of everyone…”

“These years have been hard on you both,” Su Qingwen said, patting Shi Jing’an on the shoulder before pulling her into his arms.

Su Yu, who witnessed everything, gave a silent, cold laugh.

Shi Jing’an’s ambitions were no small matter — she actually dared to covet the position of Su family heir.

And Su Qingwen — how naïve could he be?

Did he think the Luo family would just sit back and accept it?

Back when the Su and Luo families married, the Luo family may have been in need, but they were not weaklings waiting to be trampled.

The Luo family patriarch cherished his daughter deeply and had given a generous dowry — including 10% of Luo Corporation’s shares.

Su Yu’s mother was smart, though not skilled in business.

As a token of gratitude for the Su family’s help, she handed over management of those shares to Su Qingwen.

Thus, Su Qingwen held the right to exercise shareholder privileges on her behalf.

Over the years of marriage, the two families’ businesses had become so deeply entangled that they could no longer be easily separated.

This was also why Su Yu’s mother chose to live quietly at the old house rather than break ties with Su Qingwen outright.

To safeguard the interests of Su Yu’s mother and future child, the families had made an agreement: the heir of the Su family must be a child born of both Su Qingwen and Su Yu’s mother.

And those 10% shares had already been transferred to Su Yu’s name when he was born.

So whether it was to appease the Luo family or protect that 10% stake, Su Qingwen could not name another heir without risking trouble for both families.

But now, Su Qingwen was planning to bring Su Cheng’an to the old master’s 70th birthday celebration — at a time when Su Yu lay unconscious in the hospital.

Pushing Su Cheng’an forward at this moment… how could Su Yu not overthink it?

Su Qingwen must still be wary of the Luo family — but what gave him such confidence now?

The Luo family, as in-laws, would definitely attend the birthday banquet.

Doing this in front of the capital’s high society — wasn’t that a direct slap to the Luo family’s face?

Was Su Qingwen really not afraid of the Luo family turning against him? Unless…

Su Yu’s mind raced.

Unless what?

Unless Su Yu was dead.

To the outside world, Su Yu was Su Qingwen’s only son.

Now everyone knew he had become a vegetable.

If a vegetative person suddenly died one day, no one would find it surprising.

Then, for the sake of the Su family’s future, Su Qingwen could bring his illegitimate son into the spotlight, and no one would criticize him.

Even the Luo family would have no solid grounds to object.

Su Yu felt a chill run down his spine.

Su Qingwen’s confidence could only mean one thing:

He believed that Su Yu and his mother would definitely be dead before the old master’s birthday.

If only Su Yu died, the inheritance issue would be resolved — but not the matter of the shares.

As long as Su Yu’s mother lived, Su Qingwen couldn’t easily get his hands on them.

But if Su Yu died, and his mother died soon after from grief — then everything would fall neatly into place.

Shi Jing’an and her son would be legitimized.

And the 10% of Luo Corporation shares would be inherited by Su Qingwen.

What a well-calculated plan — two birds with one stone.

Su Qingwen had accounted for everything.

It was clear now — he intended to kill both mother and son.